Seven Ships Sailed To Salem

Seven ships sailed south to Salem Sacks of spices sweet sacks of salt Riding wave’s ridges roughly Roughly riding seas to south Blue shallows secrets silent secluded traps With coral teeth and rocky cracks Fountains sprout from huge fish backs The Kraken awaits amidst ruined ships With sharp hungry salivating mouth Yet the captain steers clear of this fear As ports draw close and harbours near And as the schooners dock and anchor As the seven ships docked safe And sound in Salem’s port On Salem’s ground